Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan. Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
Liu Yuxi, Qiu Ci. Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky. Wang Wei is in the mountains. The stream of the river has been flowing for less than a day, and white stones are exposed on the riverbed. The weather is getting colder and the red leaves on the branches are becoming scarce. There is no rain on the winding mountain road, the smoke is misty in the dense pine trees, and the water vapor is heavy, as if to flow, and then the clothes of passers-by. "Autumn Night" Du Mu. In the autumn night, candlelight reflected the screen, and Fan slapped the fireflies with his hand. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl.
Li Bai's "Three Five Seven Words". The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other. When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness. Eternal love, eternal memories, and short-term lovesickness have no end. If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain. The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Night parking near Fengqiao? "Zhang Ji. Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Li Bai, Emei Mountain Moon Song. In the autumn of the first half of Mount Emei, the Pingqiang River reflected. In the evening, Qingxi went to the Three Gorges, but the four gentlemen did not see Yuzhou.